Logs:Emptiness
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| RL Date: 9 August, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, Jynth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr, Vintner Hall |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Nala and Jynth search for what they can't find. |
| Where: Jynth's Ledge, Fort Weyr, Vintner Hall |
| When: Day 1, Month 7, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
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| "No." « She won't answer me. I can't hear her. I can't reach her. » "No." Her denial was absolute. Jynth's attempts to reason with her fell on deaf ears and a wall of ice that not even the warmed-metal heat of his mind could touch. She knew he wasn't lying to her. She knew he was reaching for Eliyaveith several times an hour, his search of the emptiness where she had once been a completely futile one. Her heartbreak dragged him into the same cycles she fell into all too often, unable to break free. What he told her was fact. She heard what he heard - or could no longer hear. ...She should have told him to stop, but to tell him to stop would be to give up and surrender to what was becoming all too achingly obvious. Nala looked down into the bowl from their ledge, that they had so recently landed on. If she went inside and got some rest, she would be abandoning her. Letting her down. She'd done enough of that already. « I can't hear her, » Jynth told her once again, the dull, burning pain that roared through overtaxed muscles edging his already miserable words. "No." She shut out any thoughts of going to M'vyn or Aislara, of letting herself be near to either of them and seek comfort. The thought of letting anyone but Jynth near her was intolerable. She didn't know what she might do or how she might react, not when none of them were going to be the one she was too desperate to see. ...Had she... Did she... have those sorts of feelings for Lilah? She loved her, yes, but... had she been all too safe in the knowledge that anything more - so she believed - would not have been reciprocated? Had it kept her safe from ever stepping over that line? We will try the Vintner Hall. Even if she knew that working their way through the Halls was useless. Someone would have reported an injured queen or Weyrwoman by now. She just had to look. Had to see. It was after their futile search and Jynth's exhausted collapse in some poor farmer's field (she didn't care who they were - they weren't using the sharding field anyway) that she stumbled into one of the tiniest taverns she'd ever been in and drank glass after glass of some of the most disgusting 'whiskey' she'd ever tasted. An exchange of words, mostly curses on her part, then darkness found her trudging and weaving her way back out to her blue. « ...I can't hear her. » "No." |
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